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Dove's Letters Delivered

Hey, Friends! Welcome to Dove's Letters Delivered!

I’m thrilled to have you here!

This space is dedicated to spotlighting the long-form blogs I share on my main blog, @justlifewelle. Over there, you’ll find a lively mix of short-form bursts of creativity alongside those in-depth pieces I love to write.

But let’s be honest—long-form blogs can sometimes get lost in the hustle and bustle of shorter posts. That’s where Dove's Letters Delivered comes in! This blog is here to give those longer reads a space to truly shine, free from the shuffle.

Every long-form post I create will still be published on Briechyne, but I’ll also share it here so it’s easier for you to find, revisit, and enjoy at your own pace.

Thank you for stopping by! Feel free to explore, share your thoughts, and immerse yourself in these deeper dives.

Happy reading, Eleanor Dove

justlifewelle

The Break-Up Didn't Happen Overnight

Part 2 of 4 — A Good System Is Accessible

The thing about leaving something you love is that you rarely announce it.

You don't sit down one afternoon and decide today is the day. You just start reaching for other things, quietly, without making it mean anything yet. You tell yourself you'll go back. You tell yourself this is just temporary. And then one day you realize the gap between the last time you opened it and today is longer than you're comfortable admitting, and the relationship has already been over for a while. You were just the last one to know.

That's how it went with Notion and me.

The World Came Back. My System Didn't.

When face-to-face classes resumed in 2023, I packed a bag for the first time in years and walked back into a classroom. And something shifted that I didn't have language for yet.

My life was no longer happening entirely on a screen.

There were physical handouts again. A whiteboard. A teacher standing in front of me. A bag I needed to carry. A commute that meant I wasn't always within reach of my laptop. The context of my daily life had fundamentally changed, and I hadn't noticed that my system was built for the old context until I was already living in the new one.

What happened next wasn't a decision. It was just gravity.

I started writing things down on paper. A physical planner, nothing fancy, the kind with a weekly spread and small boxes for each day. My deadlines went in there. Tasks went in there. The things I couldn't afford to forget went there, in ink, where I could see them without unlocking a device or loading an app or navigating a sidebar. I picked it up, I saw the week, I knew what I needed to do. That was it.

Google Docs became where I actually took notes. Not because I planned it to, but because I already had a Google account, everything synced to Drive automatically, I could search for anything in seconds, and it opened instantly. Goodnotes became where I read and annotated PDFs: lecture slides, readings, documents my professors sent. Gmail was email. Google Drive was how we collaborated on group work.

None of this was a system I designed. It was just what kept happening.

Notion was still open in a tab. I kept meaning to go back to it.

Guilt Is Not a Reason to Use a Tool

Here's the sentence I've been sitting with for a while now:

I wasn't opening Notion because I needed it anymore. I was opening it because I felt guilty that I wasn't.

That's a particular kind of trap, and I suspect I'm not the only one who's fallen into it. There's something about having built something beautiful and functional, something you genuinely loved, that makes it very hard to admit you've outgrown it. So instead of admitting it, you open the app. You move a block around. You tweak the template. You tell yourself you're maintaining the system when really you're just performing maintenance on something you've already quietly abandoned.

The dashboards kept getting more beautiful. The usage kept declining. Those two things happened in parallel for longer than I'd like to admit.

And honestly? I think the productivity community made this worse.

The System the Internet Sold Me

At some point between 2020 and now, a very specific idea spread through every corner of productivity content online. You've seen it. Maybe you believed it. I definitely did.

The idea was this: the goal is one system. One place. Everything in one place, perfectly organized, always accessible, nothing falling through the cracks. And the framework you chose would determine whether you were a serious, intentional person who had their life together, or someone who was still figuring it out.

The frameworks had names. They had books. They had YouTube channels and Reddit communities and people who would tell you, with great sincerity, that this one had changed their life.

Pomodoro. Study for 25 minutes. Rest for 5. Repeat. The logic is sound: it's based on real research about focus and attention spans, and the idea that breaking work into bounded intervals makes it feel more manageable. It works for a lot of people. When I tried it, I discovered that my actual problem wasn't that I needed to rest more. My problem was getting started at all. And once I was started, a timer telling me to stop was the last thing I wanted.

Time blocking. Schedule every hour of your day in advance. Block out time for each task, treat it like a meeting with yourself, protect it. The appeal is clear: if everything has a time, nothing gets forgotten. What I found instead was that I spent more energy maintaining the blocks than doing the work inside them. My schedule changed too much, too fast, and a rigidly blocked calendar was a source of anxiety rather than clarity.

Digital calendars. I tried. I really tried. The Google Calendar, the reminders, the color-coded event types. It never became instinctive. I'd set a reminder and then dismiss it out of habit before my brain had registered what it said. A deadline on a calendar felt abstract in a way that a deadline written in ink on a physical page never did.

The Second Brain. This one came from Tiago Forte, whose 2022 book became something of a productivity bible. The core premise is simple: your brain is better at generating ideas than storing them, so a well-designed external system handles storage and retrieval while your brain handles thinking. The organizing framework is called PARA: Projects (active, time-bound work with a clear finish line), Areas (ongoing responsibilities that never really end), Resources (topics of interest you might need someday), and Archives (everything inactive). It's a genuinely elegant framework for knowledge workers managing complex creative or professional output. I am a nursing student. My "projects" are assignments with due dates my professor already gave me. The elegance didn't translate.

PARA on its own. PARA is an organizational system that puts everything in your life into four categories: Projects for active work with a defined goal and a deadline, Areas for ongoing responsibilities you maintain over time, Resources for reference materials you might need, and Archives for everything else. I tried to map my student life onto this structure and found that almost everything I had was either a Project (every assignment) or an Archive (everything I'd already submitted). The middle two categories had almost nothing in them. The system was built for a life more complex than mine, and forcing my life into its shape felt like wearing shoes two sizes too big and telling myself I'd grow into them.

The Microsoft ecosystem. OneNote for notes. Teams for collaboration. Outlook for email. To Do for tasks. At various points my school required some of these. They worked fine in that context, because I had no choice. When I had a choice, I didn't choose them. The interface felt heavy. Finding things felt slow. Every app in the suite felt like it had been designed for an office environment that I, at fifteen, sitting at a desk in my bedroom, had no access to.

None of these systems were bad. I want to be careful about that, because the easy conclusion to draw from this list is that I tried things and they failed and therefore they're not worth trying. That's not what I'm saying.

What I'm saying is that they weren't built for me, and I spent a non-trivial amount of time trying to reshape myself to fit them rather than asking whether they fit my life at all.

What I Noticed When I Stopped Trying

Here's what I found when I stopped reaching for frameworks and just watched what I actually did:

I reach for my planner when I need to see the week. Not an app. A physical book, on my desk, always open to the current week.

I reach for Google Docs when I need to write or take notes. Immediately, without thinking about it. It opens fast, it saves automatically, it lives in Drive where I can find it from any device.

I reach for Goodnotes when I have a PDF to read and annotate. The iPad is already on my desk. The app opens where I left off.

I reach for the Reminders app when I need to add a task quickly and can't write it down. Simple list. No databases, no tags, no PARA categories.

I reach for the Clock app when I need a sound to interrupt me at a specific time.

I reach for Anytype when I want to write something longer, a blog draft, a journal entry that isn't academic. It looks like Notion, opens like Google Docs, syncs to every device without asking me to think about it.

Nobody designed this. Nobody told me to use these tools this way. I just kept noticing what I was already reaching for, and at some point I stopped pretending I was going to reach for something else instead.

That's the thing about an accessible system. You don't choose it so much as you discover it. The tools find their way into your hands first. The system shows up after.

The Lesson Notion Taught Me Without Meaning To

I think I expected the right system to feel like a revelation. Like something clicking into place. Like the app that would finally, perfectly, hold everything.

What I found instead is that the right system is quieter than that. It's just the collection of things you keep reaching for after the novelty of everything else has worn off. It doesn't ask you to maintain it. It doesn't require you to redesign it every time your semester changes. It doesn't make you feel guilty when you don't open it.

Notion taught me what accessibility actually means, not by being it, but by not being it.

Accessible isn't beautiful. Accessible isn't powerful. Accessible isn't all-in-one.

Accessible is: will I open this, without thinking about it, when I need it most?

If the answer is yes, that tool belongs in your system.

If the answer is "I'll open it when I get around to redesigning the template" well.

You already know what that means.

justlifewelle

A Good System Is Accessible: What Is Accessible to You?

Part 1 of 4

I want to tell you about a relationship I stayed in for far too long.

It started in 2020. And before you assume this is just another Notion breakup story, it is, but bear with me, because I think the reason it ended is more important than the fact that it did.

We Were Perfect for Each Other (2020–2023)

In 2020, the world went quiet in that specific, eerie way that told you something enormous had shifted. School moved online. My laptop, which had previously been a nice thing to have, became the only place my life existed. Classes, deadlines, group outputs, notes, submissions: all of it lived inside one machine. And if everything was going to live in one place, I needed that place to be good.

I was in high school. Fourteen, maybe fifteen depending on the month. And I had the particular kind of energy that I think a lot of us had during that first stretch of lockdown: too much time, not enough to do with it, and a very specific restlessness that could either turn destructive or productive depending on what you aimed it at.

justlifewelle

Elle's Favourite Productivity Metres 🤎

Hi, friends! Elle here. 👋

And guess, what? I'm out of nursing school for the summer. Yay! And I know it's been long, how are you? I hope you're feeling good and made sure that you're making the best of your summer holiday.

Now, I have been through a lot of productivity and organization tips. I've tried a lot of apps, a lot of systems, a lot of things that promised to change my life and mostly just cost me time. Mistakes I had to learn the hard way, lessons I want to hand to you for free, so you don't have to pay the same tuition I did (pun absolutely intended). That's why I want to share my best organization tips with you, hopefully to help you build something that actually works for you.

Here's the plan: four parts, twice a week, every Wednesday and Saturday. This is partly selfish, since it's going to help me write more too. But mostly it's for you, so you hear more from me, and hopefully waste less time than I did figuring all this out.

One thing I want to say upfront: not everyone has the same workflow. In these posts, I'm not handing you a system and telling you it's the answer. I'm going to help you figure out what's actually best for YOUR workflow, instead of padding it out with advice that was never built for your life in the first place.

So let's talk organization and productivity. Because no one ever teaches you to think in your own way. They teach you to think in an Engineer's Way.

"Elle, what does that even mean?" you might ask.

Fair question. Let me back up.

Years of building systems taught me this: building a system and organizing are not the same skill. Building systems is architecture. Organizing is just being honest with yourself about what's actually accessible and logical to YOU.

The Engineer's Way, the matrices, the quadrants, the urgent versus important frameworks you've seen on every productivity board on the internet, works great if you're a CEO, a manager, a business owner, a content creator. Someone constantly deciding what to delegate, what to drop, what to escalate.

But for students like us?

Your professor has already done the prioritizing.

If the syllabus says quiz tomorrow, that's urgent. No matrix required.

That's the whole problem with borrowing productivity advice built for boardrooms and shoving it into a backpack. So before we get into the actual tips, I wanted to start here, with the thing no one tells you: you don't need a system built for someone managing a company. You need one built for someone managing a Tuesday.

Here's where we're headed.

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First, what's actually accessible to you, not what's accessible in theory. Then, what role each tool in your life is actually supposed to play.

After that, what makes a system stop repeating itself instead of quietly doing the same job three different ways.

And last, the system I landed on after years of getting it wrong, not as your answer, but as proof of what falls out the other side once you've asked yourself the right questions.

See you Wednesday.

theeleanordovecode

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭

ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ

Before you buy the domain and yes, you will buy the domain before you are ready, because that is the kind of decision that feels both impulsive and inevitable someone should sit you down and ask you one question: what are you actually trying to build?

Not what do you want to post. Not what do you want to sell. What are you building? Because a website is not a post. It is not a blog. It is not a shop or a gallery or a newsletter landing page, though it can be all of those things at once. A website is an architecture. It is the decision, made deliberately and out loud, to exist on the internet on your own terms with your own rules, your own layout, your own relationship with the people who find you.

That distinction matters more than most people realize when they are standing at the beginning of it, excited and a little overwhelmed and already Googling domain registrars. Because the question of what you are building determines every single decision that follows. It determines the platform you choose, the pages you create, the tone you write in, the things you charge for and the things you give away. It determines whether your website becomes something people return to, or something that quietly sits there looking pretty while collecting digital dust.

"A platform gives you an audience and a lease agreement. Most of us sign without reading the second part."

I have been on Tumblr for long enough to understand what a platform gives you and what it quietly takes. It gives you reach, the beautiful, almost accidental kind, where someone finds your post through a reblog chain and decides to stay. It gives you proximity to other people building similar things. It gives you infrastructure you did not have to design yourself. And in exchange, it asks you to exist within its rules, its algorithm, its flagging system, its decisions about what does and does not belong here. Most of the time that trade is fine. Sometimes it is not. And eventually if you are building something real, something that has a shape and a direction and a growing audience you start to feel the edges of the container you are living in.

That is not a reason to leave. It is, however, a very good reason to expand.

𝕴𝖙’𝖘 𝕭𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖆 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗…𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

A year ago, I opened Tumblr for the first time in December 2025 with no real plan, just moodboards, a lot of feelings, and the quiet hope that maybe someone out there would find something to love in what I was making. I did not expect that within two or three weeks, a thousand of you would show up. And I certainly didn't expect that just over a year later, we'd be climbing toward five thousand.

So before anything else: thank you. Every reblog, every like, every request you've sent in, you've made this feel like a real place, and you've made Darling Miss Elle very, very happy every time she opens her dashboard.

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ

Eleanor Dove didn't arrive out of nowhere. To understand her, you'd have to go back to 8th grade. Me, phone in hand, trying to make my study corner look as beautiful as everyone else's on studygram.

I started as a book review blog. Quiet, small, genuinely mine. Then I pivoted to study tips, because I was a straight-A student and I had things to say about it, not curated things, but real ones, the actual habits and methods I lived by. The problem was Instagram. It was a hard place to exist as a student with just a phone, surrounded by accounts that looked effortlessly put-together and beautiful. I was trying to match an aesthetic I couldn't quite reach, and I felt it every time I posted. Eventually it wore me down.

But something good came out of that difficult stretch: I developed a sense of what works and what doesn't. What fits and what's just noise. That instinct is a big part of what Eleanor Dover is built on.

I took about a year away from social media entirely. And when I came back, I knew I wanted something different.

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ

Coming into university undid a lot of what I thought I knew about myself. Your first year has a way of doing that. I lost the straight-A identity I'd built so much of myself around, and for a while I wasn't sure what I was creating for, or who I was creating as. I still wanted to make things. I also, honestly, needed to earn a little which is harder than it sounds when most jobs here require a bachelor's degree before they'll even consider you.

So I tried things. Notion templates, digital products, a whole small business experiment that started as StudyJoMarch and eventually became Briechyne Studios, hosted on Squarespace. I was still a teenager, figuring it out in real time. I learned what I could from that era. Then I archived it and stepped back.

Eleanor Dove came after all of that. I think she's better for it.

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ

I'll be honest with you, the way I always try to be: this year has been a lot. I'm a nursing student, and the uni-and-home routine has been relentless, summer classes folded in means there's essentially no breathing room before a new school year begins again. The burnout I mentioned in my last blog hasn't fully lifted. Writing ideas have been slower to come, and behind the scenes I've had to wrestle with this blog more than I'd like to admit.

The YouTube channel is another thing I owe you an honest answer on. I do film, little clips of my week, moments I want to keep but finishing the editing is a different story. Part of it is time. Part of it is imposter syndrome, if I'm being fully transparent. I'm working on it. I'm not abandoning it.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ

Here's the part I'm genuinely excited about. This blog is growing, and I want to build something that grows with it properly.

I'm planning to launch a dedicated website for Eleanor Dove a real home for everything: the blog, the moodboards, the shop, the wallpapers. If you run a small business, there'll be an affiliate marketing option. And for readers who want to go a little deeper, I'm working on a paid subscription tier that includes blog drafts, the behind-the-scenes timeline of how posts come together, and hand-drawn wallpapers that won't be available anywhere else.

The spam flagging on this site has honestly been a headache lately, and it accelerated this plan. I want a space I can count on and I want you to have a better experience reading here. That's the goal.

In the meantime, you can already find my planners (paid) and wallpapers (free or pay whatever you'd like) over on Gumroad. I'll always have free things here for you. That part isn't changing.

ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ

I started this blog because I needed somewhere to put the thoughts that wouldn't leave me alone. Writing has always been how I make sense of things and the fact that you choose to read along, that you find something in it worth your time, means more than I know how to say in a blog post.

Here's to whatever year two looks like. I think it's going to be something.

— Elle

What No One Tells You About A Burning Star

There is a kind of tired that does not have a proper name. Not the kind that a full night of sleep addresses, or a long weekend, or a holiday that ends too soon. It lives deeper than that, behind the eyes, behind the chest, somewhere in the part of you that used to care a great deal and is now just very, very quiet.

You know this tired. You might be carrying it right now.

I am writing this because I think someone needs to say it plainly. Not to fix anything. Not to offer you a solution or a scripture or a motivational caption. Just to say: I see it. The way you are still showing up even when showing up is the hardest thing you do all day. The way you smile at people and answer their questions and function, fully, capably function, even when something inside you is running on the very last of itself.

I see it because I am doing it too.

𝔦. 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫

I did not go into nursing because I had a beautiful story. I want to be honest about that, even though honesty has never been convenient in interviews.

When they ask, and they always ask, I reach for the borrowed one: my aunt was a nurse, she inspired me (and yes, I do have an aunt who is a nurse but she definitely did not inspire me). I have said it so many times the syllables have gone smooth, like a stone worn down by water. It sounds true enough. It has the right shape. But it was never really mine.

The real reason was quieter and stranger and, I think, more interesting: I wanted to understand. Not save...understand. The body and how it breaks. The disease and how it moves. The fact that two people can have the exact same diagnosis and respond to the exact same medication in two completely different ways, and nobody finds that as remarkable as I do. That specificity, that strange, particular humanness of it, was what pulled me in.

It was never about being heroic. It was about being curious in the most reverent sense of the word.

Maybe that is a selfish reason. Maybe selfish reasons are the only honest ones.

I came into nursing school carrying that curiosity like something precious. I did not know yet how quickly an institution can make you put down the things you are carrying, and pick up theirs instead.

Am I The Only One Who Gets Overwhelmed?

Act I. "This Crap"

Short answer? No, I'm definitely not the only one. But when it comes to separating my work life from my personal life, oh, I am so bad at it. Like, embarrassingly bad. I try, I really do, but somehow the lines always end up blurring and I'm left standing in the middle of a mess I didn't ask for.

And I want to make one thing very clear before I go on my little spiral here: I love Nursing. Genuinely, wholeheartedly love it. People walk in on what might be the absolute worst day of their lives, and the fact that you get to be there — that you get to help — that means something. That sets something in you. It's the most selfless thing I think I've ever chosen to do, and I'd choose it again.

What I would not choose again, however, is the additional coursework. You know the kind, the subjects that exist in theory but the instructors barely show up for in practice. No discussions, no guidance, just a pile of assignments dropped on your lap like "figure it out, good luck, bye." And we do figure it out! We always do! But at what cost? I'm sitting here putting real time and real effort into work that we're all secretly aware is going straight in the trash the moment the semester ends. Can we not be doing something more useful with that energy?

And then there are our Clinical Instructors, some of whom are absolute angels, by the way. The ones who actually show up, who make sure you get it, who genuinely care? I appreciate them more than I can say. But even on a bad day, they're still a thousand times better than whatever is happening in our other subjects. It's not even close.

So here's where the overwhelm really kicks in. I have group chats. So many group chats. One for every subject, every project, every random thing that needs coordinating and on top of all that, there's the informal section chat, which is supposed to be the chill one, but somehow that one has the most messages. I open it and there are hundreds of unread texts and I have to scroll up for what feels like forever just to find the one announcement that actually matters.

I am not a "tentative schedule" kind of person. I need "this is happening today, we are doing this today." Firm. Confirmed. No surprises. Is that so much to ask?

Oh, and one more thing about me, I don't really get attached to my classmates. I know. I know. The irony of a Nursing student saying that is not lost on me. But the extra noise that comes with it genuinely wears me out more than it grounds me, and I've made my peace with that.

We don't get to choose whether we take this additional coursework, either. Before anyone types "just switch" — we can't. So. Moving on.

I genuinely believe our brains were not built for this much information. I'm saying this as someone currently living proof of that statement.

Act II. My Digital Boundaries

Okay so in the spirit of trying to keep my sanity intact, I've built myself a little system. It's not perfect, but it's mine.

I have a work phone, an iPhone 7 I literally brought back from the dead, because I refused to let school bleed into my personal phone. We get reshuffled every semester anyway, so it made sense to just keep it separate. It's got the basics: MS Teams, Messenger, Google. Functional. Contained. That's the goal.

My iPad is mostly for entertainment and personal stuff, and sometimes a second screen. I tried the whole handwritten notes on GoodNotes thing and very quickly learned that I am simply not that girl, lecture slides move too fast and my hand cannot keep up. Laptop and Google Docs it is. I use Gemini and NotebookLM for quizzes and review, usually on the iPad, and honestly that setup works really well for me.

My Samsung is my personal phone and it is a sanctuary. Nothing work-related lives there. It's where I doomscroll, decompress, and exist as a normal human being. The problem is that I've set specific hours for checking my work phone, and every time I open it during those hours, I am greeted by a wall of messages in the informal chat, most of which have absolutely nothing to do with anything important. I don't mute it because our Class Head uses it for announcements, but everything that follows those announcements? Chaos. Pure chaos.

I think I need to start doing a proper digital detox on Sundays. My brain needs at least one day where it isn't pinging from notification to notification. I need to think straight. I need to breathe.

Anyway. Wish me luck out there, and have an amazing day, friends. 💙

#relatable #introvert #me core #literally me #real shit #awkward #annoying #life of a teenage girl #relatable existence #existence is pain

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#1 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

🌿 The Moment Is Finally Here 🌿

Hi friends!

Okay, deep breath. This is it. The big announcement I've been building up to all week.

My first YouTube vlog goes live TOMORROW—December 31st at 11:00 AM GMT. 🎥✨

I still can't believe I'm typing this. Like, I've been talking about doing this for years, watching other creators, feeling inspired but also terrified, wondering if I'd ever actually press that record button. And now? It's happening. It's real.

My channel is @justlifewelle—same name as here because this community, this space, this little corner of the internet we've built together? It means everything to me. And I wanted to bring that same warmth, that same authenticity, to YouTube.

You've been here for the moodboards, the blogs, the cozy vibes. Now I'm inviting you to see the real behind-the-scenes—the messy study sessions, the 3am coffee runs, the quiet moments of a nursing student just trying to figure it all out. It won't be perfect. It won't be glossy. But it'll be real, and it'll be me.

I'm so grateful for this community. Your support here on Tumblr gave me the courage to finally do this thing I've been scared of for so long. So thank you. Truly.

If you'd like to subscribe and come along for this ride, I'd absolutely love to have you there. No pressure, as always—but knowing you're there would mean the world. 💛

First vlog drops tomorrow. December 31st. 11:00 AM GMT. Let's end 2025 together and start something new.

See you on the other side, Travelers. 🌿✨

Au revoir!

It's almost the day!

#creative #film #moodboard #dark academia #light academia #aesthetic #my poetic life #coffee lover #dark acadamia aesthetic #light acadamia aesthetic #coffee academia #mood boards

Elle, What Is This New Hobby About?

I'm very excited.

Also anxious about how this is going to go with my hectic university schedule which is the real definition of "what if we make our students miserable by requiring attendance at every event and then question why this is even relevant to their degree?" Because so far, I have no idea what to expect from the new year, and I'm genuinely scared to start it. Never mind turning 19, that's the least of my problems. My main concern is whether I'll be able to do this consistently, which I really would love to see myself doing, because I've been delaying this small project for way too long.

So here's the reveal: I'm starting a YouTube channel where I film my life as a university student and a person who loves being at home (basically a homebody), trying to keep up with the demands of being a student and a creative.

I haven't done this consistently in the past two years. Maybe I did in 2023, but it got cut short when the new academic year started and all my creation just went down the drain.

This has got me questioning, not whether I should do it, but whether I'm ready to put myself out there. Being in a rather rigid university is quite ridiculous if you think about it, and I laugh about it sometimes because the problem of rigidity and making your students "think for themselves" doesn't really go hand in hand, does it? That's why you need a creative outlet to discover yourself outside of institutions whether that's your workplace or academia.

(By the way, I'll also be posting a blog about education systems and rigidity, so stay tuned. I'd love to hear your thoughts.)

But what can you actually expect when you click that subscribe button?

First off, it won't be perfect. And as the editor and creator, you'd expect it to be polished—but it won't have that glossy, curated aesthetic you see everywhere else.

I'm thinking about narrated vlogs on certain topics—like "when you feel like life betrays you"—so you can hear my voice. Sometimes it'll just be captions and music. Sometimes it'll be rambling thoughts over study footage. It depends on the mood, the moment, the message.

This isn't just another curated feed. This is the behind-the-scenes of the moodboards you love here on Tumblr. This is me, inviting you deeper into my world—the messy, imperfect, beautifully chaotic parts of it.

My first vlog drops December 31st at 11:00 AM GMT.

You can find my channel here: @justlifewelle

Subscribe! I'd love to have you there. 💛

Tomorrow, I'll share the full announcement. For now, I'm just sitting here, equal parts terrified and thrilled.

Au revoir! 🌿✨

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It's a Domino Effect 📹✨

A domino effect is a chain reaction where one event triggers a sequence of similar, interconnected events, like a line of falling dominoes, leading to a larger outcome. It's a metaphor for cause-and-effect, seen in physics (Rube Goldberg machines), social behavior, business, and finance, where a small initial action can create widespread, significant results, either positive or negative.

I'm joking.

If you search 'Domino Effect' in Google right now, you'll probably see this exact definition. And no, the paragraph above? That's not my voice that's what Google said. The power of Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V, friends. The internet at its finest.

I know, very effective. And speaking of the internet's power, one thing that got me into blogging was the algorithm feeding me cosy aesthetics on Instagram and inspiring writers on YouTube.

So is that a bad thing?

No! Absolutely not! It's actually a beautiful thing, because without it, I wouldn't be here writing this blog, creating aspirational moodboards on Tumblr, and sharing glimpses of my life on Instagram.

I remember wanting to make my life feel like a movie, just like the videos content creators make on YouTube. I've been watching them for years, wondering if I had a camera or a lifestyle like theirs, maybe I could create something just as beautiful. It's inspirational and aspirational, kind of like what our community here on Tumblr looks like, right?

The Quiet Rebellion of Living What You Love

If there's something Dead Poets Society taught me, it's the importance of passion, beauty, romance, and love. As a nursing student, I love nursing, I really do. I also love medicine, those things I cannot describe how immensely passionate I am about, literally. If someone asks me, "Why nursing?" or "Why medicine?" or "Why do you want to be a doctor?" I would not know the answer because I'm simply doing the thing that I love the most. And it's more about doing my passion rather than "finding a stable job." That's why it just throws me off when people say that "it's a stable career."

We all equate passion with art or painting or acting. Don't get me wrong, I love movies, I love film, I love filming my day, it's a hobby of mine. But to me, passion is also science and dealing with experiments, or being in something that you can craft with your own hands, perhaps a skin graft or a cannula. Writing is also my favourite hobby and thing to do. I write because talking doesn't really suit me best. I write because I tell myself that every day is another chapter in my life, whether I might have a bad day, a bland day, or a very good day. I'll write my story, and if anyone can't see me, at least I wouldn't be blind to myself.

Understand, Life Can Be...

There are times when I stay up at night thinking that if I’m not going to have the future I always dreamt of, I’d be such a failure.

Look, it’s not just me. It could be you or the regrets of a retired grandmother who didn’t marry her childhood sweetheart. Either way, that’s the fear most people have, especially when you grew up in conditions that would be deemed unsuitable for a child to survive.

When did having a house become a luxury, when it should be a basic necessity? When did buying vegetables become a luxury, when it should be a basic necessity? When did having a happy family become a luxury, when it should be a basic necessity? When did living a fulfilled life become a luxury, when it should be a basic necessity?

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Where did my Villain Plot started? Uh, Uni.

There are days when I seriously ask myself, why do people romanticize university life? Why do they say it’s “the best years of your life”? Because from where I’m standing or, limping, actually it feels more like an endless test of patience, sleep, and sanity.

Everyone keeps saying, “You’ll learn to socialize in college!” Oh, really? Because every time I’m forced to socialize, I feel my social battery implode faster than my GPA during finals week.

University is supposed to be this magical setting where you “build connections,” “make lifelong friends,” and “grow as a person.” But more often than not, it’s just a chaotic simulation of adult life where you’re yelled at by professors, ignored by classmates, and belittled by people your age who somehow think they’re better than you because they finished one group task faster.

And don’t even get me started on group work. Whoever invented the phrase “teamwork makes the dream work” clearly never did a nursing group project at 2 a.m. with people who vanish mid-task. Because teamwork doesn’t make the dream work — it makes you do everyone else’s work and still get scolded like it’s your fault.

New Chapters for my Blog

🌸✨ A Fresh Little Update! ✨🌸

Hello, how have you been.

I haven't been posting a lot because life happens and university is sucking me super dry and honestly I'm still trying to adjust my life in nursing school and, phew, it's been a ride. It really is.

But now...I’ve decided to switch things up a bit! 💫

My blog is now called justlifewelle! Yay 🎉! Because honestly, that’s what I’m here for: sharing pieces of life, my thoughts, my moods, my creative sparks… just life, just me, Elle. 💕

“Briechyne” had a good run from my favourite cheese and the "-chyne" part for more of a French Class. (thank you for being part of that era 🥹), but I wanted something more personal, something that felt like home, something more me and what I do.

And what’s more me than my own name woven into it?

This feels like a fresh start, a little window opening for new ideas, new projects, and more joyful things to come. 🌿 Whether it’s my moodboards, my rambles, or the little snapshots of life, I hope this space keeps bringing light and inspiration to anyone who passes through.

Here’s to new beginnings with the same heart. 🥂💛

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